The Alley

By DX

Copyrighted 10/2001, 5/2024, all rights reserved.

White light flashed into her eyes, blinded her, and forced her to squint, but she dare not close them.  One of the men moved in the darkness around her, adjusting the light stands.  "How's that, Mr. Green?"

Mr. Green, a hulking figure hunched over a work bench, glanced over his shoulder.  "That's fine, Mr. White."  Mr. Green went back to shorting his tools.  "Mr. Black?  Would you bring that extension cord over here?"

Mr. White leaned over her, his face a blank shadow.  "She has very pretty eyes."

Mr. Green turned as his thick mammoth fingers wriggled into rubber gloves.  "For now she does."  His gloves snapped sharply.  "I want you to glove up.  This glue instantly and permanently bonds flesh.  If any gets on you, you'll be stuck forever.

Mr. White nodded and his shadow pulled away.

Mira could feel them moving around her, shifting in the shadow.  She struggled against the layers of tape that held her fast to the board.  She was propped up at an angle in the center of an echoing, abandoned warehouse.  She tried to twist her head to see what they were doing, but the thick straps of heavy tape across her forehead and neck that secured her head to the board kept her staring up into the blinding white light.  She could make out Mr. Green, his bulk setting up a tripod. Mr. Black stepped over and mounted something on top of it.  She didn't know who they were.  She'd never heard their voices before.  She didn't know why they abducted her.

Her eyes shifted over as Mr. White pulled up a stool and sat beside her.  As he shifted in and out of the light, she could see he was wearing a surgical mask.  They always did something to hide their faces.  

Mr. White donned a pair of plastic goggles.  He peered down at her as he peeled off a long section of heavy tape.  "Yeah, she's quite the looker.  What a loss."  He said sadly as he ran a tight silver stripe across her chin.  Mira's mouth was already packed with a fat rubber ball held in place by tape.

Mr. Green pulled up a stool.  His square head leaned over her.  His heavy fingers held tongs and with them was rolling a sponge in a container filled with an acrid goo.  He pulled the sponge, stretching strands of amber before plunging it back down and stirring it again.  "Once this stuff starts to dry, it'll expand.  It all happens in a few seconds.  If it bubbles up out of her mouth, let it."

Mr. White watched the mixing.  "How's it going to dry in her mouth, I mean with spit and all?"

Mr. Green kept with his mixing.  "She's afraid, her mouth will be very dry."  

Mira realized with horror, he was right.

The clear golden glue began to turn white.  "Get ready."  Mr. Green announced. 

Mira felt hands about her head as fingers pulled the tape away from her mouth.  She felt the ball pull free with a pop and she drew breath to scream but felt the slimy sponge pack into her mouth first.  Mr. White's hands were under her chin, pulling her jaw shut while Mr. Black clamped a cold, metal plate across her mouth.  Mira tried to spit out the foul thing but only felt it suddenly swell in her mouth.

"Hold it still."  Mr. Green said.  "Until I bolt down the corners."

Mira felt the glue in her mouth continue to swell, filling every inch of her mouth, her teeth.  She thought it would force its way down her throat and choke her, but as Mr. Green loomed over her, choking to death was the least of her worries.

"You're using wood screws?"  Mr. White asked.

Mr. Green fitted a long screw into a drill.  "It's a titanium sheet metal anchor.  Once they penetrate a hard barrier they open up like umbrellas so they cannot be unscrewed.  The government uses them to secure warheads onto missiles."

"Oh," Mr. White said softly.  "And where did you get those?"

Mr. Green leaned closer.  Mira could see her terrified eyes reflected in Mr. Green's glasses.  "You know better than to ask such things."  He said as Mira watched the screw aim at a pre-drilled hole in the plate that covered her mouth.  "You'll feel a big pinch."  Mr. Green told her.

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A New Prenuptial

By DX

Copyrighted 5/2002 All rights reserved.

The transformation was amazing.

Nora had always been beautiful. Distractingly beautiful. But there had always been something, like a cloud passing in front of the sun, that darkened her. 

It was her soul. 

A self serving, almost evil soul that bled away her beauty. I saw it from day one, but Oscar, rich, old and lonely Oscar never saw it, even after he married her. He never saw it until he walked in on her sucking off the cabana boy in the pool house.

That was six months ago.

Now she was dedicated to him, attentive. Her eyes sparkled only for him and her beauty; her neck snapping beauty that seemed to radiate even though almost half of her face was shielded by the smooth, featureless plate of the Chasti-gag.

Quite a change from six months ago.

She was amazingly passionate. Her sobs were timed by an atomic clock, her sighs plucked heart strings and her pitiful, yet hopeful, sapphire blue eyes sparkled as tears rimed her cheeks. I watched the show with stoic disinterest. She was playing the emotional game, soul manipulation; the pitiful young girl who made a tinsy winsy little mistake and if you could find in your heart to forgive her, start a clean slate, she would be such a good little girl, yours forever. Heart, soul and smoking hot body, all for you. It really was a good performance, one of the best I've ever seen, and I've seen more than my fair share. But she had to be good. Billions were at stake.

Nora Winslet, before saying 'I do' to become Mrs Nora Reinfield, signed a prenuptial agreement to the effect that if she ever cheated on her husband to be, their marriage would be annulled and she would not be entitled to a single cent of the Reinfield fortune. She would lose her massive monthly salary, custody of any children they might have had, and any chance at inheriting aging Oscar Reinfield's fortune. She'd be out on her butt instantly. The prenupt was air tight and upheld by numerous case precedent. It was the perfect contract.

I wrote it after all.

She sat across us with her lawyer, batting her eyes at her husband, so grateful for this second chance. I had prepped him, as any good lawyer, not to make eye contact with his young bombshell wife, but he was melting anyway. I had to keep this moving. If he caved, the plan would crash like a lead balloon.

I pushed the forms forward. "If you'll just sign these."

"Of course." She reached for them slowly.

Her lawyer pounced on them like a puma. This was their rehearsed roles. Evelyn Samson was one of the best divorce lawyers in the country. I should know, she had been my protege. Their best plan was to stall long enough for Oscar to melt and forgo the new pre-nupt and just take her back. Forgoing that, haggling.

Evelyn was all over it. "What is this about chastity devices?"

Nora's sweet innocent act slipped. "Chastity devices?"

"That's non-negotiable." I huffed. "Oscar has to be certain that Nora will remain faithful."

Evelyn shook her head. "Unacceptable. You're being barbaric and a chauvinist." She pushed the papers back at me. "When you're ready to join the 21st century, give us a call."

I scooped them up. "Good-day then."

Nora panicked when she saw Oscar slide his chair back. "Wait a minute." She squeaked.

Evelyn jumped in, almost surprised it was her client melting. She glared at me. "Cut me some slack here, Richard. You're not being reasonable. Besides you couldn't get this past a judge. There's Nora's health to consider." She leaned forward. "Feminine health."

I slid over a sleek aluminum case before them and opened it up casually.  Nestled in dense foam were gleaming golden toys from the Chasti-Permalock Corporation. "Welcome to the 21st century." I paused dramatically, letting the reflected light play off of Nora's young face. "Designed by women for women and takes into consideration all female sanitary needs. Lightweight, discrete and comfortable." I slid the brochure towards Nora. "Here are the specs."

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Retribution, Part 2
The Infomercial
by DX

Zach had it all.  The car, the easy executive job, the money, but it came at a cost.  Can he escape justice, or will he have to answer to the Chasti-Permalock company?

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His attention was pulled to the applause of the live audience and the confident voices of two saleswomen as they introduced the idea of Chasti-Permalock to the audience.

 “…using nanites, microscopic and powerful robots that live within the subject, our devices can be bound to the slave for as long as the mistress wants, even permanently!”

 Xander could hear the audience gasp in surprise.  Undaunted, the second presenter went on:  “To demonstrate this, we have slave Camille!  Let’s have a round of applause!”

 As they clapped, Xander looked up into the bank of monitors that captured the informercial’s feed.  He watched a woman balanced on ballet en-pointe shoes make her way up onto the stage.

 Xander could see two women, dressed in business attire and seated casually on tall stools, greet the pretty girl.  “Thank you for joining us, Camille.”  The first said as she rose up.  “Step right over here for me, center stage.”  She pointed to a blue mark on the floor.  “Please turn so the audience can see you.”

 Camille moved easily on her tip-toes.  She had blonde curly hair and expressive blue eyes.  She struggled to hold a brave, happy face.  “Yes, mistress.”

 “Please, call me Anne.  I’m the director of marketing for Chasti-Permalock.”  She motioned to her partner who was taking her place on Camille’s left.  “This is Frances, vice-chairwoman of development.  Thank you, Camille, for joining us today to share your Chasti-Permalock experience with our audience.  I see those lovely shoes.”

 Camille turned, and showed off her polished, silver shoes.  “Thank you.”  She said cutely, rather proud of them.

 Frances looked to the audience.  “Here we see the power of nanites.  They have painlessly reconstructed the bone and sinew of Camille’s feet to be in this severe position.  Even if she could remove these shoes, spoiler alert, she can’t, she would still only be able to walk on the very tips of her toes, en-point.”

 “Well, they are sexy as heck.”  Anne commented.  “And it is my understanding that you have a few more toys installed, is that right, Camille?”

 She pouted.  “Yeah.  Mistress locked me up good.”

 “Well, let’s show the audience, Camille!”  The audience gave her a light applause of encouragement, but Camille seemed hesitant.  “Don’t worry, we’re all adults here.”  Anne said with a warm smile.

 “Okay…”  She said and hiked up her skirt.  

 Xander watched as the camera zoomed in.  

 Covering her vagina was a gleaming metal disk.  It was polished silver, like her shoes.  In its center was an old fashioned key hole.

 The audience ooo-ed scandalously at the device.

 Frances then explained.  “This is our signature chasti-shield and vaginal plug.  It prevents all stimulation to the vaginal area.”  She reached down and tapped it, then outlined the edge.  “It’s flush; I can’t even get a fingernail under there.  No way that’s coming off without the key.”  She then looked at Camille.  “How’s the fit?”

 “I can feel the plug in there.  It makes me way horny!”  The slave whined.  

 Anne nodded, sympathetically.  “Why did your mistress lock you up?”

 Camille pouted.  “Because I liked sex too much!”

 “Is it because you liked to have sex with married men and then blackmail them?”  Anne countered.

 “Nuh uh!”  Camille protested.  “It’s not blackmail to ask for pretty things!”

 Anne gave a dubious glance at the audience who tittered with laughter.  “Sure, Camille.  Whatever you say.  Well, I bet you’d like to get your hands on the key.”  Anne reached into the vault of her cleavage and pulled out a heavy, old fashioned brass key.

 “My key!”  Camille squealed, then reached to snatch it from Anne.  Just as she was about to touch it, she balked, and jerked her hand back.  “Oh, uh, please… may I have my key?”

 Anne held it out for her.  “It’s right here.  Take it.”

 Camille took a half step back and put her hands behind her back.  “Would you please unlock me?  Just for a few minutes?  Please?  I’ll do anything for you!”  She smiled and licked her lips hungrily.  “I can make you happy!”  She lowered her gaze.  “Mistress likes it when I make her happy.  I bet you would like it too.”  Her tongue flashed again.

 Frances looked to the audience.  “Ladies and gentlepersons, what appears to be a plain, old style key, is in fact a computer module synched with Camille’s chastity devices.  Chasti-Permalocks cannot be picked, so that key is very important.  It is also coded to the nanites in Camille’s system.  If Camille gets within the key’s proximity, it will activate her punishment features, which have been set to none too pleasant.  The key will only work if it registers the bio-signature of someone other than Camille.”

 Camille pouted, and flashed her eyes at Frances.  “That’s true!”  She then pleaded to Anne.  “Please unlock me!  I’m so horny!  Mistress isn’t being fair.”

 Anne shook her head.  “I’m sorry, Camille.  In fact, that’s why you’re here today, isn’t it?  Your mistress is tired of you begging all the time and annoying her.”

 Camille flashed defiance.  “No!  Mistress won’t do it!  She won’t gag me!  I make her happy, and I can’t make her happy while I’m gagged!”  Camille stuck out her tongue, and flicked it like a serpent, much to the audience’s chagrin.  Camille smiled proudly.  “I can keep my mistress coming back for more!  She will never gag me!”

 “On the contrary!”  Anne announced proudly as she turned to greet a stagehand who brought over a small table.  On the table was a metal case, similar to the one Xander carried under his arm.  “Ladies and gentlepersons, let me present, the Chasti-Gag!”  Anne touched the key to the case and it sprang open.  Inside was a thick, bulging plug that looked enormous in Anne’s tiny hands.  She turned it to show one end was a shiny metal plate, similar to the vaginal shield Camille wore, with a key hole in its center.  She then turned it to give the audience a side view.  It was at least a foot long, and so fat Anne couldn’t encircle her fingers around its circumference.

 As the audience ooo-ed, Frances spoke up.  “I know it looks big, but it’s been custom engineered to Camille’s exact dimensions.  It will fit.”  She looked to Anne.  “Shall we get started?”

 Anne nodded.  “No time like the present!”  She chirped.

 Camille’s eyes grew with fear and trepidation as she tried to back away.  Frances cut off her retreat and held her steady.  Trapped between the two women, she pleaded to them.  “No, wait!  I’m sorry!  I can… gggullgg!”  

 As the girl protested, Anne skillfully wedged the fat plug into Camille’s open mouth.  With easy, half twists, the long rubbery shaft eased down the girl’s gagging throat.  Anne continued steadily, as the girl wretched.  Each time Camille thought her jaw couldn’t stretch open any further, Anne proved her wrong.

 “Easy now, almost there!”  Anne coached as she shifted the plug up down and side to side.  Slowly, Camille took the monster plug down her throat like a sword swallower.  Finally, the flanges of the gag slid behind the girl’s lips and in front of her teeth, filling her cheeks as it sank home, leaving the metal plate sitting flush against her face.  

 “There!”  Anne said, a little winded.  “Ladies and gentlepersons, doesn’t she look great!”

 The audience applauded warmly.

 “How does it feel, Camille?”  Frances asked.

 “MmmKKKKK!”  Just as Camille tried to murmur, her face twisted with sudden pain.

 Frances nodded knowingly.  “That is the pain compliance feature.  Your mistress was a little tired of your constant pestering to be unlocked from chastity.  This is a persistent, and progressive bio-electric feed back that uses your own body’s neural transmissions against you, meaning, the more you try to talk or make any sound, the more it hurts.”

 Anne turned to the audience.  “Oh, oh!  You all know what that means!”

 In a chorus, the audience shouted:  “Welcome to the world of silence!”

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